And yet no greater, but more eminent, Love by the spring is grown; As in the firmament Stars by the sun are not enlarged, but shown, Gentle love-deeds, as blossoms on a bough, From love's awakened root do bud out now. If, as in water stirred, more circles be Produced by one, love such additions take, Thou, like so many spheres, but one heaven make, For they are all concentric unto thee; And though each spring do add to love new heat, As princes do in times of action get New taxes and remit them not in peace, No winter shall abate the spring's increase. SONG Sweetest Love, I do not go For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter Love for me: But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best To use myself in jest Thus by feigned deaths to die. Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here to-day; He hath no desire nor sense, Nor half so short a way. Then fear not me, But believe that I shall make Speedier journeys, since I take More wings and spurs than he. Oh, how feeble is man's power, That, if good fortune fall, Cannot add another hour, Nor a lost hour recall! But come bad chance, And we join to it our strength, And we teach it art and length, Itself o'er us to advance. When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind, But sigh'st my soul away; When thou weep'st, unkindly kind, My life's blood doth decay. It cannot be That thou lov'st me as thou say'st, If in thine my life thou waste; Thou art the best of me. Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill: But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep: They who one another keep Alive, ne'er parted be. FEODOR MIKHAILOVITCH DOSTOÉVSKY (1821-1881) BY ISABEL F. HAPGOOD [Illustration: FEODOR DOSTOÉVSKY] In certain respects Dostoévsky is the most characteristically national of Russian writers. Precisely for that reason, his work does not appeal to so wide a circle outside of his own country as does the work of Turgénieff and Count L.N. Tolstoy. This result flows not only from the natural bent of his mind and temperament, but also from the peculiar vicissitudes of his life as compared with the comparatively even tenor of their existence, and the circumstances of the time in which he lived. These circumstances, it is true, were felt by the writers mentioned; but practically they affected him far more deeply than they did the others, with their rather one-sided training; and his fellow-countrymen--especially the young of both sexes--were not slow to express their appreciation of the fact. His special domain was the one which Turgénieff and Tolstoy did not understand, and have touched not at all, or only incidentally,--the great middle class of society, or what corresponds thereto in Russia.